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All righty, then... Welcome to 2010. As we all embark on yet another spinning orbital loop round the sun, I thought maybe I'd weigh in on one of the most talked-about movies in a while. Why not, right? I mean, it's about a planet... and we live on one of those... so... I got nuthin' better to do at the moment. Okay, here we go...

I think AVATAR is certainly an event movie, a worthy follow-up to James Cameron's TITANIC, and helping to atone some for the director's twelve year absence from the Hollywood mainstream (It's a better follow-up epic than KING KONG was for Peter Jackson on many fronts). Cameron always throws every expensive cent up there on the screen in earnest labor and love, without distracting his audiences with crassly offensive A.D.D. camera moves like the Michael Bay wannabes of the day. No doubt, Cameron makes enough friends in the Hollywood labor community with all the jobs he generates, as much as he worries his investors. Yes, it's mandatory that AVATAR be viewed as intended, in 3-D, on the big movie screen (even though the competitive home theater market is quickly moving to snatch this advantage as well). IMAX is optional.

However, the film is indeed predictable, and derivative to any who have been around the cinematic block a few times, as I have. So, although I was entertained, it didn't quite blow my mind, nor inspire me to want to watch it repeatedly and religiously, as other screen epics have. There are nagging problems with the plot, and I don't feel that Sam Worthington has quite enough screen charisma as a leading man (but then, neither does Kevin Costner, star of DANCES WITH WOLVES). It helps to have a protagonist be played by somewhat of an identifiable cypher, but I much prefer the melodramatic presence of a Russell Crowe, or a young Harrison Ford for a splashy epic. It was great to see Siggy reunited with Cameron, and I think Zoë Saldana's star is shining brighter all the time. I'm not crazy about the overall character design, which, to me, too closely resembled gelflings from THE DARK CRYSTAL. The creature design didn't thrill me either, though I understood the necessity for keeping them instantly relatable for the sake of story (wolves, fireflies, horses, rhinos, bears, pteradons, etc. Got it.). There were other areas where I felt more originality would have benefited, chiefly in sound design, and music score (Sorry, James Horner.). Still, the positives far outweigh the negatives. For me, the grandest epics manage to tell an unforgettable tale, with compelling characters brought to indelible life, and with heroic themes that resonate as much as the memorable music long after I've left the theater. This is usually accompanied by a jolt of inspiration, and a jubilant warmth radiating from within, a magic that makes the adult into a child again. Cameron's films seldom fit this paradigm. Most often he presents a heavy-handed (some would say, "ham-fisted") message against the evils of cold corporate avarice, warmongering militarism, or, ironically, the terrors of rampant technology. His films tend to be a bit dark. But I'm okay with that, too. The cautionary message here clubs down with a relentless fist, demonstrating nearly as much passion as was felt with TITANIC's eulogium. What's important to me is that Cameron rarely sets out to appease the lowest common denominator with his movies, pandering to the crowds eager to shut off their brains in a desperate quest for dumbed-down escapism. His messages can be simple, but never stupid.

I do not consider AVATAR to be the greatest thing to come along since the original STAR WARS. Not close. That 1977 film experience forever changed the cinematic landscape, and became the quintessential icon of pop culture. But AVATAR is pivotal for its advancement of digital characterization. The giddy marvel is how immersive the film is, successfully managing to blur the boundaries of reality and illusion enough for the story to override the spectacle. It is a very big jump forward, if not a quantum leap. Personally, I'd put it on a scale of film wizardry and spectacle above THE MATRIX, but a tick below JURASSIC PARK. Even though the scope of CG is not comparable, I think that 1993 dino flick caused more of a groundquake in the film world, and with audiences, proving the legitimacy of Digital as a viable storytelling entity, beyond mere dazzling effects and environments. JURASSIC proved Digital had evolved to create more convincing "characters," helping pave the way for all the wonders since. I am not a big proponent for green-screen filmmaking at all. I think a mix of old and new Hollywood is best. And I still believe they have a way to go in solving completely realistic s... ]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/29062003/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/29062003/ Sun, 20 Dec 2009 13:12:16 PST *******************


Gone too soon, Brittany Murphy. I don't know if there will be dark secrets revealed surrounding her untimely demise. Nevertheless, I admired her talent, beauty, and potential. And so another star falls from the Hollywood firmament-- far too soon.

Gone too soon.

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Okay... Switching things up just a bit here. Time for a rant. HaHa! My close friends will say, "What ELSE is new?" But the rest of you don't care anyway, and I gotta be me. What else can I be-- but-- what-- I-- ammmmmmmmm?!!

Onward. The topic? STAR TREK, from JJ Abrams, and Paramount Pictures.

Wow.

After all my bitching and pontificating about this new Star Trek, I finally caught it on DVD. Almost speechless, but not quite.

Yes, I'm very late to the party, which is an unfortunate recurrence these days, with the demands of my job, my laziness, and the rapid disappearance of films from theaters in this modern, sell-it-quick-on-home-video market. So, I kept silent, seemingly vanishing from online even as I observed all the raves and applause. The excited reaction prepared me for an onslaught of "In your FACE, naysayer!" remarks. I was seriously ready to eat crow, and tell everybody how wrong I was. Gladly. Long Live Star Trek. And now, just now, I finally screened the Abrams film on BluRay, with an open mind, eager to be delighted.

Joke's on me for wasting my money. I was right after all, at least about THIS effort. What a steaming pile of dog dung this movie is. I mean, BAD. Star Trek: Where No Lens Flare Has Gone Before. This dreck is so chock-full of logic lapses, A.D.D. pacing, jittery camera moves, styoopid gags, lousy acting, dopey dialogue, clichéd plot, poorly crafted characters and villains that I had to stop play halfway through it. I opted to finish it this evening for the sake of my completist tendencies, and for a more comprehensive critique.

This new, literally big-headed Kirk is a cartoonish, hot-tempered kid that would NEVER be put in command of a starship! Yeah, Shatner chewed scenery. But he managed to remain interesting. Chris Pine is not half as charismatic. Nope. And this Spock AIN'T Spock. Quinto can't touch the original Nimoy performance. Those definitive Vulcan boots are way too big for anyone to fill, and the only actors who came close were Mark Lenard, and Kirstie Alley (honorable mention to Suzie Plakson, but her "Selar" didn't have enough screen time for proper judgement). Yeah, New Spock lets a mouthy cadet bully him into an emotional display ON THE BLOODY BRIDGE in the middle of a crisis, and then he simply surrenders command!! WHAT??? Prior to this, he maroons Quirk on a dangerous ice-planet (a la Captain Jack Sparrow!), where he should have been killed, and where the future Spock is conveniently on hand with a torch. So, it was impossible to simply lock Quirk in the brig, or under restraint in Sickbay??? Come ON! No, this new-fangled Vulcan brat has to unemotionally jettison a young cadet on a hostile world. Good thing they established his fiery temper early in this-- film.
Anywayyy... Uhura has the hots for this wannabe Vulcan (out of NOwhere!), and people obtain their ranks and ship postings with the ease of adding or deleting "friends" on facebook! Okay, YOU'RE the new Chief of Medicine. Get to work. Hey, that guy you sneaked onboard with is handy with tech stuff. HE'S our new Chief Engineer. Sweet! And the punk who just picked a fight on the Apple Store Bridge? YOU'RE the de facto Captain. Orders, sir? Let's just have the black actor who loves to dress up as a woman promote you officially later. And how about that 17 year-old boy genius, Chekov? Brilliant. WESLEY CRUSHER AIN'T GOT NUTHIN'-- ON HIM!!!

The Eric Bana Romulan villain? Oh, he's pissed off because Spock failed to save his wife and world, and now he wants revenge. How original. Khan much? Thanks for the drama. Ooh! Isn't this guy scary since he wears tattoos on his face? Yeah, Darth Maul already did it better, and HE was weak.

I could go on. Maybe I will. Maybe I'll try to give it one more viewing, and I might hate it less. Stranger things have happened. Ask that balloon boy in Colorado. Ask the folks who believe in Sarah Palin for president.

Others will condemn my review based on my devotion to the original series. Fact is, the comparisons are inevitable. Blame Paramount. But the Abrams flick does invite such criticism with all the pat references to its predescessor. I do concede that the new Scotty, Uhura, and Chekov are fun to watch at times. She's hot, and they're amusing. NObody else is. NO one. Even Nimoy clearly is ready never to be seen in front of the camera again. He was atrocious. Painful to watch.

However, I DO admit I am wrong that Star Trek cannot live on with a new cast, just not this one, in my opinion. It's all a matter of a well-written script at the start, and THIS story was drab, and dumb, and predictable.
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Hello, folks! Apologies for my active presence being so scarce in these here parts. I yet live, but work is keeping me busier than expected, though not hoped. It's good to be wanted, and employed.
A shout out to my pals and work-mates, Phillybee, Dusty Abell, and Jon Suzuki. For those interested, here's a sneak peek at one of the projects we've been working on together at WB Animation (Thanks to Brohawk for the link!):
[link]

I needed to give a joyful outburst. This comes from my inner child, who still gets excited by fun movies, games, comics, and toys that are well-made. Yea, for the BIG kids... Todd's Toys USED to be the collector's rage. There's a new sheriff in town. Sideshow Collectibles/Hot Toys is producing stuff that crowns them the new and reigning elite. Pricey, but supreme. Honorable mention to Medicom. But the contest is now over. LOL!

My limited collection currently includes these superb SC/HT figures:

- PREDATOR- Major Alan "Dutch" Schaefer. "Ahnuld" Schwarzenegger should still look so good!

- TERMINATOR: SALVATION- John Connor. Dead-on likeness again! This time it's Christian Bale. The accessories and minute details are a-maz-ing! Scary, even. I haven't seen the film, which I hear is disappointing. But this figure is well-worth having if only as a sharp bit of character/soldier reference.

- ALIEN- Captain Dallas. The Tom Skerritt is sharp enough (I won't get a collectible of anything if the primary likeness fails to make a certain standard. Further, I prefer toys that do not LOOK like toys. Sorry, Mattel, Hasbro, Kenner. etc..). But again, the details are so incredibly faithful, demonstrating a profound respect for the source material. To call these "toys" is somehow demeaning. The bonus feature here is the dazzling spacesuit lights!

- STAR WARS- Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker (ROTJ), 2 Stormtroopers, and Lord Darth Vader himself. Splendid articulation and costume detail. The 12" scale is apparently ideal for showcasing this sort of excellence in craftsmanship.

- THE DARK KNIGHT- Batman. Several figures in this line were worthy of snatching up, but I just had to have The Batman.

- BATMAN BEGINS- The Tumbler/Batmobile. By far, the highest achievement in toy vehicles based on television or film that I have ever seen. Ever. It is not flawless, but dang near. It's a veritable monster at 1:6 scale, and it's fairly heavy even though the parts are plastic. The Batman action figure fits inside! The working LED lights are quite bright, blinding even.

Now, I'm not one to be a corporate shill, and I shrink from plugging any commercial product. I AM NOT RECOMMENDING THAT ANYONE BUY THESE PRODUCTS. I don't approve of tacky commercialism, so please recognize this for what it merely is, an exuberant sharing of opinion among fellow geeks. This is what I feel, and this is what I have. Done deal. Do as you will.

I think my collecting is finished for the moment. Running out of space in my humble art studio! I know there's a jaw-dropping Iron Man figure set to come out soon. But I think I'll pass.
What I probably wouldn't resist is a figure of this standard and scale of the Christopher Reeve Superman! "You will believe a doll can fly!" Oops! I mean, action figure!


***In other news not so new--
My talented, smart, and wonderful niece is online here, and if you'd like to welcome her, go say hello to her here: [link]

Please be cordial, and clean. Proud parents and older relatives are very protective of the younger ones among us. Give us no cause for worry or wrath. Thank you so much!

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Greetings to all. I realize it has been a while, and I've been absent due to other commitments. I hope to make my presence felt here more regularly again soon. Over time, I have received numerous questions concerning the avenues of my artistic career, so perhaps this will be a good way to share what I know at once with as many folks as possible. To begin, I'll post this first Journal entry of 2009 addressing a topic that may be of interest to some here looking to make the transition to professional artist in the commercial realm, specifically comic books. I will expand the topic to include experience in other fields in a subsequent entry, as my schedule permits.

What follows is an excerpt from an exchange I had with a fellow member here on the site:

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"So, how do you become a cover artist for a comic book? Any tips for me? I have always wanted to work in the industry. I really am more of a writer, however. Either way, what should be my first steps to making something happen? I was thinking I might just send some of my originals out to some company's and see who bites. Do you have a better suggestion?"

All righty, then...

There really is no set formula, no marked path to tread that works for everyone. Circumstances vary, and they may vary even more now that the industry has changed so much since I broke in long ago. There was no internet when I was a hungry young kid looking for comics work, schlepping my portfolio to conventions and mailing samples to editors. Today, an artist can also prove his/her mettle and ability by posting work on sites like this one (Yes, comics editors do patrol Deviant Art.). It's more a matter of being earnest, diligent, and persistent, along with being talented. Building a solid reputation is vital as well. Once an editor believes you're talented enough, it must then be demonstrated that you can be consistent as far as schedules and deadlines. An assortment of work on a generous scale, rather than just a few samples, goes a long way to show how much you love to draw. A wider range of style and content shows diversity, and a preparedness to handle whatever the assignment may entail (This increases your potential value as a pro.).

Continue posting a variety of good work. Continue to bug editors so they remember who you are. Endeavor to establish your own powerful style presence that is fresh, not so reliant on other artists as influences. Master different types of media, focusing on a fundamental foundation of traditional tools first, THEN expanding to digital. Network with the professional artists you discover online, and in person at comics conventions (You never know when a professional may be reminded of you when they have extra work, and a recommendation is often a crucial way of entry into the business.)

Above all, imbue your artwork with a compelling sense of STORYTELLING. Pretty illustrations are a dime a dozen, but the greatest hallmark of a talented illustrator (whether in comics, or animation, or marketing, etc.) is in the deft ability to illustrate IDEAS. Sure, you can draw from photos, or you've mastered drawing muscular people in superhero tights. But can you draw according to instruction? Can you depict a specific scene effectively so that it convinces a wide audience of a specific concept in ONE SINGLE IMAGE? Can you also tell a story with sequential art, pacing the action interestingly and dynamically, as well as artistically, always getting the point of the STORY across as the chief mandate rather than showing off how pretty your figures are? Draw EVERYTHING, including people in regular street-clothes, in various attitudes and historical drapery, animals of all sorts, buildings and objects in all perspectives in every kind of lighting, vehicles and machinery, landscapes... Learn to properly convey mood, not just action. Master subtlety alongside the overt, as these are the tools of good drama, and through your illustrations, you will be the one acting, orchestrating every character's performance. Draw what is seen and available as reference, and that which is not. Drawing "out of your head" is an underrated skill among so many artists, but it distinguishes the truly inventive draftsmen. You may be called upon to conceptualize, and this means employing your imagination in a more challenging way. The mind's eye is where fantasy finds a portal to perceived reality, and the artist who channels this process masterfully becomes the visionary.

Now, accomplishing all these things well in a 20-plus comic book story is difficult enough. Accomplishing the equivalent on a comic book cover can be even more challenging as... ]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/21941120/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/21941120/ Fri, 12 Dec 2008 02:09:22 PST
Not much to say, really. But somehow it seems appropriate that the year that saw the passing of the great Dave Stevens, now says good-bye to a source of much of his inspiration and admiration, the legendary Bettie Page. The iconic glamour and erotica model reportedly died of a heart attack, December 11th, 2008, after being hospitalized on December 6th. I cannot help but note the irony, since she was a heartthrob for all at the height of her fame. Due to her seclusion in later life, most of the world will only remember her as the buxom, bright-eyed, brunette-with-bangs bombshell that captured the imaginations of so many. Few will note her later altruism, her challenges, and her dark times. Perhaps it's just as well, as she most preferred to be remembered as she was in her youth. We must allow her this vanity, and simply tip our hats to the southern belle. She did not ask much, and gave more than she took.

This year has claimed so high a tally of dear ones, it is staggering, and humbling, and saddening.


Once more, we are diminished.
I raise my glass as the picture finally fades... on Betty Mae Page.

Good night, all.

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Okay, so I know we have some hardcore Lord of the Rings fans here, right? I'm certainly one, but I suppose this silly game can be played with most any fandom, so don't hold back if you're more into Potter, or Star Wars, Star Trek, comic book characters-- whatever you dig best! HaHa! Why so serious?

Anyway...


In my bored musings, I concluded that Sauron the Dark Lord wouldn’t be the worst thing to menace Middle-Earth. It would be Marketing! Imagine the ridiculous ruin a modern capitalistic society might wreak, beyond the decadent dreams of ol’ Sharky/Saruman. Step right up and post your ideas about what comic and corny packaged treats the commercial world might exploit the realm with!

Aside from lembas, that high-calorie Elvish waybread, try some of these:

- Strider’s Ranger On-The-Go Granola Bars
- Pippin’s Pudding Pops
- Gimli’s Dwarf-Tossed Salads
- Sauron’s Dark Lord Onion Rings ("Barad-Dûr’s best! They rule them ALL!")
- Gollum’s Sushi Surprise ("Raw and wriggling! Just like Mom used to make!")
- Eowyn’s Horse-Radish Stew
- Treebeard’s Entwash Genuine Draught ("Don’t be a hasty sap! It’ll grow on ya!")
- The Balrog’s Brimstone Burritos (*Disclaimer - Kinda gassy. You’ll see why your friends leave you all alone in the pits, too.)

We all know about Barley’s butterbeer. But how about Galadriel’s Sparkling Smart Water? You can’t touch it, but each bottle shows you trippy pictures!

Come on, Deviants! Share your ideas for a laugh!

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Wow.

As with all things, there were negatives to worry the positives, tragedies to haunt the triumphs.
But what an impressive achievement the Chinese managed to demonstrate to the world, hosting what is surely to be the most memorable Olympic Games ever. Despite all the challenges, the political strife and controversy, the skeptics, the man-made environmental obstacles, it was the spectacle of the ceremony, the pageantry, and the heroic sport that outshined all else.

It was riveting, enlightening, and hypnotic. The Opening Ceremony showcased an awe inspiring glimpse of a country's cultural artistry and discipline that shamed anything this increasingly-decadent superpower has yet offered. By comparison, the glitzy 1984 Opening Ceremonies in Los Angeles were the ultimate in embarrassing Hollywood tackiness. Remember the laser lights, and the alien spaceship? Is America becoming a McNation? Whatever the case may be, Beijing has upstaged the world.

The games themselves were a dizzying parade of world records, surprising upsets, and coronations for true champions. Michael Phelps IS Aquaman. And where in previous Olympics, Michael Johnson showed he was Superman, Jamaica's Usain Bolt now showed that HE is The Flash.
Gymnastics seemed to expose the flaws of a national regime so desperate to win that they would indeed resort to breaking the rules using under-aged female gymnasts. Nationalistic pride is an Olympic ingredient impossible to extract, but is especially unfortunate when it so weightily imposes itself on competitive sport, even endangering children. Nevertheless, the brilliance and beauty of Nastia Liukin, and mighty mite Shawn Johnson was undeniable.
The Redeem Team romped through the competition as expected, but the final battle presented by Spain provided another humbling reminder that Basketball is now a global sport unlike any other exported American pasttime. In the end, it fell to Kobe Bryant to once again rise above all his peers, in a country where he discovered that he the biggest star in a constellation.

And then there were my darlings of Beach Volleyball, Kerri Walsh, and Misty May-Treanor. My girls! They combine a champion's heart, a competitive killer instinct, graceful sportsmanship, childlike spirit, team unity, and a nymphal sexiness that I find irresistible. Their unbeaten streak that has culminated in a repeat as Olympic champions solidifies their historic position at the top of their sport, as well as in the hallowed halls of all athletics. The Golden Goddesses.

Ironically, I believe there are a vast number of sporting events that should not BE in the Olympics, purist that I am. Beach Volleyball is one of them, as is Ping Pong, Baseball, Synchronized Swimming, Rhythmic Gymnastics, and the various Extreme Sports. The Olympics should be all about the fittest, strongest, and fleetest of foot, as it was originally. But I realize there are logical reasons for all the inclusions over the decades. Lately, commercialism has exerted its impact, appealing to younger markets and television ratings and sponsors. Money. And what better way, outside of instituting another system of global games, to assemble the nations of the world on a competitive and celebratory level?

Well, along with the winners that automatically lure the camera's unblinking eye, seducing our own attention, I still marvel at those competitors representing their people that fall short of medals. Through all the herculean effort and pain, their very presence alone is a laudable feat, even when they cross the finish line last, or stumble, unable to finish at all, seemingly unnoticed.

But I also noticed peripheral wonders. I found myself distracted by the lovely Chinese girls who stood so poised during the events, guiding the athletes, helping to award them... I noticed the Chinese officials and volunteers so quick to offer assistance when needed, maintaining a controlled dignity that was also present in the sentries stationed along the racing routes that snaked through the city streets. My thoughts became more random as I spied a self-control reminiscent of the Tower Guards of London. It's obvious that the different political structure contributes heavily to the crisp and efficient focus I was admiring. Nevertheless, I couldn't help comparing it to the sometimes sloppy nonchalance and uncouth informality so prevalent here in a nation spoiled by freedoms and excess. I couldn't help feeling embarrassed by the arrogance of a handful of American athletes before they received their slices of Humble Pie (Track & Field), or even by the loosy-goosy antics of the Redeem Team as they awaited their gold medals. I wanted so much for these millionaires to display a greater measur... ]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/19134364/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/19134364/ Mon, 30 Jun 2008 19:30:14 PDT
I just thought I'd share a comment I posted to someone here online, in the hopes of reaching any others who have similar interests in finding inspiration, and learning about texture rendering. We are all of us educating ourselves at all times in all ways. But we mustn't forget the example of those who kindly guided us, and we must likewise offer guidance to others in courteous generosity.

Obviously, this was not a tutorial, but a pat on the back, and a bit of directory advice.

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Sorry about blowing your mind. Happens to me all the time, and I know how painful and messy it can be.

But, welcome to a world of enlightenment here among your kindred. When I was first invited to join this site, I gawked in amazement at the wide range of talent here, as well as the unique opportunity to share and learn. Pull up a chair, and take advantage of the bountiful feast.

As for what to absorb in your training, and books to read, I would recommend whatever you can get your hands on that strikes your fancy, and a few things that don't. This will help you become well-rounded. Balance your intake of pop art with fine art. Bear in mind, there will always be pitfalls, and wrong turns. But these things also have their value in marking the path you hope to tread. Yes, there are years of drudgery ahead, and challenges that will seem insurmountable. However, anything worthwhile demands time, and great effort. If it were easy, then everyone would be doing it.

Off the top of my noggin, regarding textures and cross-hatching, I'd look up the works of Arthur Rackham, Winsor McCay, Joseph Clement Coll, Charles Dana Gibson, Winslow Homer, James Montgomery Flagg, Maurice Sendak, and Gustave Doré, as well as several of the classic comic book masters, including Michael Golden, Bernie Wrightson, Gene Colan, Frank Frazetta, and Alex Raymond. There are also some pretty awesome fellow Deviants online here you might want to check out in my Favorites Gallery.

Above all, try to banish fear. Confidence is the fuel that stokes the creative fire. Remember that.

As for the rest-- have FUN!!!

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My pal BroHawk insisted I post this SPOILER-laden film review here.
I apologize beforehand if anyone is offended by it, or by its inordinate length. Two aspirin ought to cover it.

Peace.
JKM

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Late as usual, but finally, I'll toss in my two cents (which, by today's economy, translates to absolutely nothing).

INDIANA JONES AND THE KINGDOM OF THE CRYSTAL SKULL AND THE INCREDIBLY ENDLESS TITLE

I waited. I heard the early reviews. I smirked at the hype. I saw the numbers, and then watched them falter under the onslaught of "Sex, And The City: The McMovie." And then I heard the damage control, the excuses, the defensive dissembling, and the woeful silence.

All righty, then... The Cynical Critic will weigh in. It's been a while since I unleashed an epic tirade. Settle back for a long one if you care to read, gang.

Have at thee!

First, I had little complaint with the alien storyline. Yeah, I was tipped off, but even then I was less perturbed by it. Where else do you go with Indiana Jones in the fifties? That's when Russians and Martians were the menacing red and green rage, Daddio, and you gotta keep the Jones Boy relevant. I do think it unfortunately undermines the pseudo-sacred and religiously reverent tone of Indiana Jones. But my biggest problem with this direction was in its seeming inconsequence. Much like at the conclusion of James Cameron's "The Abyss," with the earth-shaking confirmation of extraterrestrial life among us, the characters are irrevocably changed, along with their very world. But in Indy's world, he merely gets his job back, with a promotion, and he gets married to an old flame. Granted, all the fallout may have been "managed" by the appropriate government authorities specializing in cover-ups (you know the ones). But I just think this event, perhaps even moreso than his previous revelations regarding God, would have manifested a more poignant change in the adventurer. Maybe I missed it.

Good Points:
- Harrison "Don't Call Him Harry" Ford looked superb, as well-preserved as the ancient relics his character characteristically hunted. He seemed to slide into his familiar role as easily as he did the trademark leather jacket and Stetson fedora.
- It was great to see Karen Allen return. Curiously, it felt like a validation of some sort.
- With the elaborate stunts, the clever traps and door mechanisms, and the animated "red line" traveling scene transitions, we're served up a warm cup of cinema nostalgia.

The Rest:
- I think nostalgia, however, works better by merely reflecting on things past, rather than struggling to recapture them by acting them out literally. Opening a photo album and sharing a smile and a conversation with loved ones, going to a museum, listening to a classic song or melody... But we live in a time where 60-year-old rock stars refuse to leave the stage, octegenarians waterski, surf, and skydive to prove something to themselves, and Hollywood constantly recycles dated concepts and heroes as much as plastic bottles and beer cans. It's an era when, perhaps, we're all afraid to look forward, and instead fall backward into the cozy blanket of yesteryear. The known. Thus, we as moviegoers bask in or suffer through the ceaseless parade of sequels, prequels, revamps, retreads, and re-envisionments. It's irresponsible not to note the pathetic nature of this. Perhaps it's easy money. But perhaps it's much more than that.

"Nostalgia" is the euphemism some choose to describe this phenomenon. Very well. But warm and fuzzy nostalgia goes under my cold laser-light of evaluation just the same as anything else. I don't give out any passes without the presence of adequate redemptive value, and I don't give breaks by trying to look at a film through the eyes of a kid. The latter remains the burden of the filmmaker. A great storyteller, with the artful way he/she tells the story, MAKES you feel like a kid again, regardless of your age. You never meet them halfway. Any film critic that does this, amateur or professional, fails in their objectivity. It has become the convenient fallback excuse of one George Luca$ that anyone disliking his creative efforts these days just doesn't get it, that it's all, "You know, fer kids." Sure, sure. What a dingus. Sell me a bridge while you're at it. Clearly, and reportedly, Luca$ is not operating on full thrusters anymore, but his obstinacy keeps him firmly planted atop his "creative" throne, like Emperor Palpatine himself, or Jabba The Hutt. But it seems his throne is rather an ornate toilet, from which all manner of vile refus... ]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/18232379/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/18232379/ Sat, 10 May 2008 16:19:37 PDT
All righty, then...

I don't see a lotta movies in a given year, at least not in the theaters. I tend to yearn for the event films, the ones that remind me of the best cinematic spectacles of my youth. And so, I prefer to wait for the big escapist fare. But I also find that I'm a "tough crowd," and a skepti-cynic. I'm jaded by the endless parade of digitally-overdependent McMovies that are hopelessly deficient in the story department. I'm not one to switch my brain off for the sake of entertainment. I can't see myself shuffling through a long queue of theater-goers, leaving my name-labeled brain in a communal water tank outside so I can cheer, clap, and salivate at the screen images like a George Luca$ ZombieGeek.

Not me, pal. As pricey as the experience has become, they gotta come strong to get my love. Tighten up that storyline, nail down those performances, polish up those special effects, and make that music SING! LOL! And never, ever pander. Only then might we have a classic on our hands.... maybe.

So! First up, without any spoilers...

- SPEED RACER

Well... Adapting cartoons is just as tricky as anything else, really. But added to this is finding a point for adapting it in the first place. Why make a live-action film out of an animated property??? Animation inherently has the advantage over live-action, allowing a storyteller to do things with characters and situations that real people can never do. Additionally, audiences are more receptive to suspending their disbelief with animation, and there's an innate charm in this connection. Nevertheless, the dubious trend to translate cartoons to live-action continues (The Flintstones. Scooby-Doo. UnderDog. ...UnderDog???!!!)

The challenge for the filmmaker is whether to properly filter the animated property, taking full advantage of whatever the live-action format affords, or to remain slavishly faithful. So far, in my opinion, being slavishly faithful has yielded very mixed results. Robin Williams as POPEYE was an ambitious failure that chiefly succeeded in re-asking the question-- Why?
But you run the risk of alienating the target audience, kids, as well as the built-in audience, the loyal fanbase, if you deviate too much from the familiar material. Darned if ya do, and darned if ya don't.

Personally, I think it's a pointless exercise, other than pure commercialism. True, a filmmaker may be a fan, too, and the cartoon translation may be a love letter to a fond childhood friend. The cross-pollination of the various formats certainly makes for an interesting footnote in the annals of pop culture history.

I'll just say that SPEED RACER is a fine flick for younger kids with A.D.D., saturated with candy-colors and zippy action that adheres to a physical logic all its own. And the nostalgia buffs that dearly loved the old cartoon show will find something here to embrace as well, just as the Wachowski Brothers apparently did.
Go, Speed Racer, go.

Next...

- IRON MAN

BIG hype for this one.
Meh.

It was okay. I give it a mild "thumbs up," mainly on the strength of Downey's performance, which was as exceptional as expected. But there weren't really any overwhelming "geek-out" goosebump moments for me. I wasn't injured or insulted by it. But I also didn't feel as if I could fly out of the theater, as I have with other films of this superhero genre.

A single screening, and wait for DVD. But, of course, your mileage may vary.

***ADDENDUM***

SEMI-SPOILER! Only close one eye. LOL!

-- Umm... I WILL say that I find it a bit irksome that a cliché has developed with these big-budget superhero-fests from Hollywood. Invariably, the derring do-gooder has some climactic scene whereby his mask/cowl/helmet is ripped off, shredded, or jettisoned, revealing his "secret" identity, if only to the ill-fated baddie, the loyal buddy, or the fawning lovey. It's now a habitual convention.

Do you think this is the filmmaker's way of upping the tension, having our hero exposed and vulnerable? A cool story point?

Or is it merely a clever device that sacrifices the mystique of the super-dude, but extends the illusion that the over-priced actor is indeed inside the costume? Obviously, we don't buy for an instant that this is always true, with the utilization of stuntmen, body doubles, and still-flimsy digital trickery. But is this an effort to justify a bloated salary with more face-time? I can see how this may be necessitated with characters that have their mugs totally obscured, like Spidey and Iron Man. And an actor acts best with his/her peepers properly peeled. But... ]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/17443846/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/17443846/ Fri, 21 Mar 2008 14:16:07 PDT
Recently, with my own episode, and now with that of my good friend, BroHawk, the issue of art plagiarism and our reaction to it here on DA has come to the fore. Of particular note are the comments of those individuals who venture beyond initial skepticism to either express their apathy, or their misplaced sympathy for the offenders. They decry the venomous wrath of the offended parties, and the "harshness" with which the guilty are dealt with by both the victimized artists, and their loyal supporters. Yes, I said "guilty."

Okay. Here's my "two cents" worth of opinion, and bear in mind, with today's US economy, it ain't worth much. LOL!

EVERYone who joins this site is made well aware of the rules and legalities, and is given full opportunity to decline membership. Deviant Art, its dubious name notwithstanding, offers an online community for creative individuals and their appreciators, as well as a venue for creative works, original, and otherwise credited.

Now, the PURPOSE of posting creative works in this public venue, logically, is to showcase one's abilities, take advantage of possible business opportunities, and garner public opinion. The positives of that public opinion may arrive in the form of constructive criticism and advice on improvement, as well as in appreciative kudos (all too often, not too eloquently expressed. LOL!). As artists, most of us have egos that have become inflated due to our ability to do what few others on the planet can. With the proper balance and perspective, this is normal, acceptable, and conducive to development. Some of us need our egos stroked a little more than the rest of us. However, not all are as talented or skillful as others, and an unfair and unethical "boost" is sought to still attain that coveted attention, validation, and praise, even though it may be undeserved. It becomes a prize yearned for at any cost, including the despicable appropriation of another artist's identity through his/her original* work, or the equivalent thereof.

*It should be noted that "original" work does not necessarily exclude representation of a copyrighted property, per se. Work based on established material is still deemed original intrinsically when it is that artist's individual interpretation of the material.

Some here on DA may have ideas which they cannot effectively express, given their level of ability. And yet, to acquire that oh-so-desirable positive feedback, they stoop to plagiarism, sometimes through very elaborate means, enough to fool all but the most discerning eye. Perhaps they've compromised some part of themselves and their character just for a digital "pat on the back."

"Awesome, dude!"
"Sweet designs, Johnny! You're the coolest!"
"Wow! I wish I could draw good like you draw so good! So jealous! High FIVE! Keep it up!"

And here things take a turn for the worse once the plagiarist compounds the error, taking bows, and crediting no one but him or herself.

"Thanks a lot, man! Yeah, I'm pretty proud of how this one turned out. I worked hard on it, and I'm so glad you guys are diggin' it, too!"

Praise. Accolades. A heady drink.
But with all positives, you also invite the negatives, especially in a PUBLIC forum. One cannot POST online here and logically expect otherwise. It's a different matter to swipe another artist's work for private edification. Posting HERE means you're presenting the work as your OWN, unless otherwise indicated. It means you're putting yourself OUT THERE, in whatever guise you assume. Therefore, as public as your adulation may be, so should your disgrace be also.

It's a matter of respect for all those who truly deserve to be here, and those who work so hard to put part of themselves into their form of creative expression. Influences and inspiration are different considerations entirely. Please don't get it confused. Identity theft is identity theft. It means mayhem regardless of the method or medium. And the impostor who beguiles a crowd should be justifiably vilified by that crowd once the mask is made to slip. A private note to preserve their "dignity" is not required or warranted at this point, and is purely subject to the discretion of the offended party. Furthermore, there remains the overall benefit of a public example, beyond the personal vindication. All should be made to know that this behavior is simply not tolerable. No matter how rampant the transgression, turning a blind eye, or dismissing it as flattery fails to address the problem. Vigilance must remain constant, and retribution must remain consistent, and swift. To neglect this is to allow our community to become needlessly polluted, corrupted. ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/17002724/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/17002724/ Fri, 22 Feb 2008 02:11:04 PST
*** This is an update to the previous journal entry describing an unfortunate recent event. I have been contacted by Mr. Rawlins, and we have resolved the issue of The Iron Giant. For any and all who are interested, the exchange went as follows:

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Chris Rawlins:

May I just say how typical it is of people to hang someone before they've had a chance to explain themselves and it's usually the people it has nothing to do with. Jerome sent me a note explaining his issues in a calm and amicable manner. Then the losers who have nothing to do with it and just like to rant (Empty vessels make the most noise!) act like a pack of wolves and tear you to shreds before you can even explain.

I hope the matter between myself and Jerome has been resolved. This was a simple oversight on my part and I shall be more careful where I source images from in the future.

Below is the message I sent to Jerome.

Hi - Wow, looks like I've really upset you and a lot of others.
I really am so very sorry.

I have honestly never seen your image in all my life until today.

I found an image on google image search at the time of doing this. It was just the giant no background and he had been rendered to look more like bender from Futurama.

It appears that someone had already stolen your work and used it on their own fansite. I took that image and traced the basic shape in corel draw and then added the form and textures in Photoshop. I always credit any images used from DA and any that have given inspiration.

The reason so many of my works don't have credits is that a lot of the images come from google etc... and my own photographs.

I'm sorry if this has caused you any bother. The image has been removed and I'll be more careful in future but like I said before I have honestly never seen your image untill today. If I had I would only have been to pleased to credit you.

I only post images here for a bit of fun not to make a living. I only made the Iron Man available as a print at the request of another member and it has only made that one sale.

I hope you can overlook this oversight on my part.

Chris
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Jerome Moore:

I accept your explanation, and I accept your apology. It apparently was an unfortunate misunderstanding, and I regret the dust-up. Obviously, you can understand where I was coming from, all things considered. I cannot say that my response lacked justification. However, I do apologize for losing my temper, and I apologize on behalf of others who vented their empathetic frustration in your direction. I love them all.

But my bristling, and the protective counter-attack of my friends is only symptomatic of frustration brought on by a most unfortunate reality here on the site, and elsewhere throughout the web: an all-pervasive insidiousness, and cowardly insincerity. Our own identities are the most important things we each possess, and they must not be compromised, ever. When we all stand together to expose and combat such travesty, we celebrate our own individuality, so precious and dear.

You say it was an oversight. Good enough.

I consider the matter closed. You are MR. Rawlins, not Chris, today. I condemned you publicly, and so I shall publicly exonerate you.

You have paid respect, and it now returns to you.



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Thanks to all who rallied to my side in this matter. It's in times of adversity that you discover who is really in your corner after all. It's a humbling thing. Thank you.
A happy ending this time.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.

Peace.
JKM

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Today I discovered someone on the site who has RIPPED OFF an image of mine featuring THE IRON GIANT. I'm aware that this sort of thing happens all the time. The world is rife with people of disreputable character, and this site is no exception. It's a real shame when our creative community is infected by this brand of parasite.

This is the image in question, which I created as a professional assignment for Warner Bros:
[link]

And here is what the PLAGIARIST did with it:
[link]

I was not credited, nor was Warner Bros. And this person has made the swiped image available for print. This is illegal, and I am reporting it to site administration, and to Warner Bros legal department.
The offending party is CHRIS RAWLINS, and I wouldn't be surprised if he has done this sort of thing before with other artists. Be advised.

I hope this will serve as a lesson to any others who so blatantly demonstrate their gall, and stupidity.

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All righty, then...
The news is out, and here's my latest rant, culled from another comment exchange I shared with the one, the only, the aMAZing Spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiderrrrrr-Guiiiiiiile!!! *That was in the voice of Bruce Campbell, from the first Spider-Man movie.*

It has to do with the new Captain America. But of course, with me there's always spillover, and nothing is safe. Commenceth el Rant-eth!!!

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Bucky Barnes with a gat, no less.
I wonder how long it will be before Joke Quesada has to reverse this misstep, and resurrect Steve Rogers. Or perhaps somebody else will.

And this brand of identity swap isn't even original, recalling how Wally West assumed the Flash mantle after the demise of Barry Allen.

Obviously, it's all in an effort to keep things fresh, reinventing old characters for new readerships.
However, the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Bucky Barnes. Feh.

I'm not a big fan of transforming iconic characters into legacies. Each individual's purpose in donning that particular superhero costume is specifically personal, borne from uniquely personal experience and motivation. I think it's perverse to have someone else become Batman, never having suffered the same ordeal Bruce Wayne did. Bruce Wayne IS Batman. For someone else, someone new, to carry on in his guise after him is disgusting. There can only be ONE.
Yes, I hated Batman Beyond, but more for how it drastically over-stretched the premise. That was a pure sellout by Bruce Timm.

Having said this, I do believe there are some characters that are constructed to feasibly be legacies. Green Lantern actually starts out as one, becoming a member of an already vast, intergalactic community. Still, nobody should specifically supplant Hal Jordan. Reinvent the character completely. There's room for it here, even though, again, every attempt DC has made has sucked Oan weenie. LOL!

Additionally, Iron Man can still work as a generational character, since the armor continues to evolve, is impersonal, and Tony Stark lacked the personal impetus that Bruce Wayne, Bruce Banner, Clark Kent, Peter Parker, and others gained their identity from.

If you revamp Captain America, have the balls to completely redesign him. It's obscene for "Bucky" to don the same uniform in some psycho-pathetic tribute. Carry on by boldly taking up the fight, assuming your own brave new visage and image, instead of masquerading as someone else and appropriating his credibility, esteem, and authoritative intimidation. Bucky hasn't earned ANY of this. Adapt his ideals, not his identity. But typically, they'll use this opportunity to unveil a darker, grimmer, grittier Captain America, and blame it on the state of the world. An amateurish cop out. Like Superman, Captain America is supposed to be an incorruptible symbol, bringing light to darkness, shining like an optimistically "white-bread" beacon through any adversity. Wonder Woman also works best this way. That's their effective dynamic.

It's okay to preserve the sentimentality of Cap's famous shield, installing it as a "sacred talisman," to be solemnly passed on to successors. But the Super Soldier serum was originally supposed to be a one-time only godmaker. Any writers who could not work stories within this stricture, simply weren't being creative enough. In fact, this restriction opens more dramatically interesting possibilities, instilling a more compelling vulnerability.

I may post this rant in my Journal. LOL!
Let everybody take a whack at me.

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I was exchanging messages here on DA with a rather interesting and intelligent new friend. The subject arose of how some people, in their extreme adoration for various properties in the pop culture entertainment genre, see fit to divide their ranks into competitive factions. Call them "geeks," "fanboys/girls," whatever... I'm sure the members of each faction prefer to attach what title they have affectionately derived from the object of their unswerving devotion. I don't know all the groupings, but there are Trekkies(TrekkERS!) for Star Trek-- I might qualify for that one. lol-- and Star Wars fans have spawned the 501st, an Imperial garrison to which my younger sister once belonged. And I know that "Firefly," a short-lived cable television series, inspired its own "Browncoats." In any event, sophomoric conflicts and rivalries arise to the point that an individual regards his/her loyalty as belonging to a specific camp, sometimes to the exclusion of another, unless in secret.
What follows is an excerpt of our exchange, with my usual speechifying commentary.

***DISCLAIMER ALERT*** All expletives have been deleted, and messages may contain junk philosophy.

HaHa! Your little aside sparked a thought in my head, and I may use this now as a Journal Entry.

I always found it puzzling and amusing that sci-fi/fantasy fans somehow thought there needed to be a division of loyalties between those who loved Star Trek, and those who loved Star Wars. It's so ridiculous. It's as if they decided to select their favorite sports teams, and never the twain shall meet. If some attended Trek conventions, they would deride any who showed up in Star Wars regalia, and vice versa. The same silliness occurred between lesser show properties such as Quantum Leap, Stargate SG1, and the ever-loyal Babylon 5 crowd. I imagine there are battle lines drawn between the fandom of Potter, Lord of the Rings, and The Chronicles of Narnia, too.

I just shake my head over it all.

The same thing happens here on DA. A girl who loves Looney Tunes, and expresses her "devotion" by posting Bugs Bunny fan art, and joining clubs, is then chastised because she finds new excitement in Avatar, or some Japanese anime. It couldn't be more childish and dumb. It's ALL entertainment. All of it is there for all to enjoy. The only loyalty the creators care about is your patronage, which then translates to cash for them (see: Geroge Lucas). Beyond that, they couldn't care less, and they hide their disdain for the costumed and rabid fans behind practiced smiles while they sign $20 autographs at convention tables.
I suppose there's an aspect of fun rivalry for fans who delight in the schisms, competing with each other on various levels. It may begin as friendly discussions over lunch about an episode of their favorite television show airing the night before, or a movie they wish to recommend to the group. Once another fan's contrasting opinion or advice is shouted down, the competition ensues, and spreads to overblown proportion. Personally, I think this ventures into the "Get a Life" territory.

As William Shatner cracked on that infamously poignant Saturday Night Live sketch, "It's just a TV show! You've all taken what I did --- years ago as a lark, and turned it into this colossal waste of time!"

Wisdom through Wit.

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Well, we made it through one more span of 365, and now it's time for another wobbly spin round that flaming yellow ball of gas. I know it's impossible, but I swear it feels a little rough around that last corner turn, as if we've worn a rut in the cosmic road thereabouts.

2007 was a year of gains and losses, some typical, others poignant. I got a year younger (Yeah, it works that way with me. Deal with it. lol). I completed my first 12-month tour of duty here on the DA site, and I'm grateful to BroHawk for bringing me aboard. It has been a profound pleasure meeting the many kind folks online here. Some I actually met in person at the San Diego Comic Convention. Others I've chatted with in IM, and corresponded with by e-mail and real mail. In each case, it's been a privilege making friends from around the globe, and building a bridge of trust and warm affection.

A new year often inspires one to make resolutions, a customary rite, of sorts. I like the feeling of a fresh start, a chance to recommit to goals already reached for, and a bold determination to expand horizons, trying something new. I hope to post a lot more work here on DA, and make lots more friends who share a uniquely creative spark and passion.

2008. The curious and eager child in me looks forward to all the new things I'll learn this year. The responsible professional in me anticipates all the good work I'll get done. And the mischief-maker in me looks forward to what trouble I can get into, and what trouble I can gleefully make for everyone else.

Okay!!! Here we go....!!!

]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/14157228/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/14157228/ Mon, 13 Aug 2007 22:30:58 PDT
Words are so woefully insufficient in times like these. But I'm moved to try using them anyway. This is no true comfort, only a clumsy attempt at some solace for those whose lives were graced by Mike Wieringo.

So, what is there to say? Our number here is now diminished by one.
I never had the privilege of knowing the man. And though I was urged by mutual friends to call him and talk, procrastination beguiled me into thinking I had more time.

I was told he was a gentle being, a man of little ego despite his monumental talent. He was an affable nice guy, eager to share, learn, and teach. And now he is gone. In a blink.

44 years is too short a time. But so is 100. So is 1000, in the grand scheme of things. Man is a fragile and fallible creature that walks this Earth for a brief span, and then his flickering flame goes out. And so now we grieve for Mike. Those who knew him must remember.

And yet, after a while, it's best to reflect without sadness, but joy. That's how Mike would've wanted it. Most of us would, wishing for no one to suffer. Remember him with a warm smile. The Good Book tells us that better is the day of a man's death than of his birth. The wisdom in this is in the comparison of a beginning's promise, and an ending's fulfillment of promise. Yes, there were many thing's Mike left undone, unfinished, unrealized. But there's so much he accomplished. His character touched the loved ones in his life. His work reached out to countless more, and his final journal entry here testifies to his gratitude at being among us.

There is a unique bliss we as artists share. Along with all the memories everyone else leaves behind, whether in voice or image recording, artists also leave behind a part of themselves in their work. We stand alone in this kind of legacy as creative people. We live on in other's hearts. But our work adds a tangible reminder, a palpable one. We reach out with the paintings we paint, sculpture we sculpt, cartoons we animate, photos we take, buildings we design, songs we sing, poems and stories we write, and comic books we draw. I know that whenever I gaze at his art, I'll see Mike, even though I never met him.

There is no earthly logic in death, only consistency. There is cause, but never any satisfactory reason. We can only hold on tight, and cherish every moment. Take nothing for granted. Remember to tell family and friends that you love them. Remember to laugh together, and let go of foolish disputes. Tomorrow is not promised, and in an instant we are gone, as gossamer wisps on a breath of wind.

We are diminished.

But I still believe that a Higher Power has something in store for us... something far more than any of us expect or can conceive of.
And so I cannot bring myself to really say good-bye to Mike...
I think I'll just say-- I'll see you later.

Until then... Farewell.

]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/13932519/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/13932519/ Sun, 29 Jul 2007 20:15:32 PDT
Back from San Diego Comic Con. I'm drained, though I expect it's mostly attributable to the summer heat, and unusual humidity. I hadn't planned to do much while there, and it was a return, of sorts, after an absence of a couple years. It used to be that this titan of all conventions would overwhelm me, simultaneously kicking me in the ass as well as inspiring me. I'd return home to L.A. with crackling energy, and ideas virtually bursting from my buzzing brain. Perhaps I'm getting old and jaded, but somehow I didn't feel the same charge and epiphanies. San Diego Con has become a jumbled mass of overly bloated commercialism and multi-media, choked by Hollywood pimps, manga/anime, tech, videogames, and just TOO much-- sell, sell, sell. As it's now touted, it has become more a 'celebration of Pop Art,' rather than a comic book convention. And sadly, the event seems to be trampling its own roots.

Nevertheless, I did manage to recapture some small measure of the old joy there, among my brethren. It's still there, beneath the glamour and hucksterism. The heart of the venerable industry I love does still beat if you listen hard enough amid the clamor. I know what to look for now, to find what once was lost. The joy remains with those earnest creators putting true love in their work, and openly sharing it with others. Much of the pall generated by Image Comics' upheaval over a decade ago has dissipated. There are undeniable vestiges hanging like constricting tendrils throughout the industry, but some of the mercenary greed has given way to coexistence with more honest creativity again, and wide-eyed exuberance among a new faithful. It IS definitely a new playground... a new battlefield... far more crowded than I would like. But I know now that I can stand tall in the melee if I choose to.

And I choose to. I begin to feel the old fire. Talk is now done. Time for deeds. A rumbling has begun in me, and for me. It's reminiscent of the former flame. But it's also something different. I feel like Gandalf The White's description of the Ent's Awakening from "Lord of the Rings." I am Rip Van Winkle, roused at last from a death-like slumber. A large portion of this rumbling comes from inspiration. And the rest comes from anger... anger at myself, for wallowing in lethargic entropy for far too long, submerged deep in a morass of wilted confidence. My power has lain dormant, my energy merely latent. Enough is enough. My career broke out very, very early, and then I became afraid of the lofty expectations, including my own. But all along the winding way, I found friends who bolstered my flagging will, family, peers, and employers alike. They never relented even though I essentially ignored them, taking their praise for idle flattery.

I hear them now. The drone has finally become a clear ringing. A call. A summoning. It's not an urge to seek validation through pursuit of acclaim or financial success, a hollow endeavor. These things should always be by-products of hard honest work... rewards unlooked for, and kept in their proper perspective and place. This urging is pure in form, to attain a realization I was always meant to achieve entirely for myself... a manifestation of my love in illustration, and storytelling art.

I spent my brief time in San Diego with a few of my good friends. I didn't get to do even a fraction of what I may have desired, but I will return. I felt a warm welcome from old and new acquaintances. We laughed, and shared a communing that is unique to creative people. I WILL say that I wish there was some way to set up a meet-and-greet for Deviants there. On one day of the convention, a specific time could be arranged in one of the smaller exhibit halls so any interested members could finally meet each other face-to-face, and network or socialize. I think it would also be cool for DA to set up a booth at the con featuring the work of participating members whose work would help promote the site, as well as possibly generate professional opportunities for various Deviants. Just a nascent thought in need of refinement. Any comments or suggestions? Pass on the wisdom, peeps.

So, I'm back home again. It's only now, as I reflect, that I understand that I have been affected after all. Aside from anger, my other great impetus has ever been my competitiveness. These are aggressive, negative emotions that I can channel positively, fueling my engine and forward momentum. Unfortunately, they can also hamstring an insecure mind, being daunted by self-doubt. Then the negativity festers, and entropy takes hold. I permitted... ]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/13307813/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/13307813/ Mon, 11 Jun 2007 19:11:28 PDT
Anyone else ever notice that Administration sometimes arbitrarily deletes comments on your page? I've noticed it more than once, and I find it disturbing, particularly since no topics or language violated propriety or site policy, as far as I know.

I've submitted a complaint to Admin, so I'll see what happens. But it certainly pisses me off. It should be up to each member what content is discussed on their own pages, and any problems should be resolved by Admin only when requested.

Censorship on a site that purports to be such a liberal venue for expression definitely seems the height of hypocrisy.

***UPDATE***

The word from on high:

Hi,
If you have had comments on your userpage that were in a long string of nested comments disappear then this is a known issue at this time. This bug is being looked into and will be fixed as soon as possible.

--
Evanita W Montalvo
Help Desk Representative
Community Development
deviantART, Inc.


My reply:

Thank you, Ms. Montalvo.

Will the string of comments that disappeared be retrieved? And is there a likelihood of recurrence? This sort of thing is most disturbing, and with the lack of explanation from administration, erroneous conclusions may be presumed.

Perhaps a genial announcement could be made to assuage the victims of these situations, and to affirm that the site is not arbitrarily censoring harmless conversations.

Warmly,
Jerome K. Moore

_____________________

So... I guess that's all folks... until the next time.

Thank you all for coming. LOL!

]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/12846212/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/12846212/ Fri, 04 May 2007 22:47:23 PDT
Just saw "Spider-Man 3" with the family. I had a bad feeling about it weeks ago, and I was proven right yet again. My instincts seem to be fairly reliable lately. This was one of the sorriest film experiences ever. No doubt about it. They may make their money back and more, because of all the little kiddies that want to see Venom, that crappy Todd McFarlane creation.
But as far as quality, it just goes to show that "old school" is far better than the "new school."

Aside from that, it would appear that director Sam Raimi was drinking from the same bottle as George Lucas. The wheels really fell off with this one. Just like they did with "The Matrix" sequels. Maybe it's time for a rest. Thanks for the memories.

Check please.

]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/12570748/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/12570748/ Thu, 12 Apr 2007 17:50:36 PDT
Musing again.

Isn't it amazing, curious, and frustrating that among ALL fields of endeavor, it's Art that is uniquely subject to the evaluation of the layman. This condition is both wondrous, and vexing. On the one hand, it's magical that Art can have an immediate connection with those who are not artists. But on the other, it's the bothersome bane of the artist that what is carefully created can be undone by the tastes of the average person. Music, Illustration, Literature, Photography, Performance... All of these require utmost dedication to master, and often many, many more years of study than it takes to become a lawyer, a scientist, a politician, or a surgeon, notwithstanding the child prodigy.

I've been drawing since the age of three. Even though I may have been genetically predisposed to be an artist, without the necessary passion, dedication, and nurturing environment, I might not have been. I count myself among those quite blessed. The journey has been long and hard, as well as miraculous, and fun. I have a long, long way to go yet. In fact, the journey has no end. I'm thankful for this. And yet, I know that no matter how much I learn, or how much I earnestly toil, any Art I create will always be preciously vulnerable. Preciously vulnerable. Nothing made by the hand of Man is unassailable, as it should be.

A blissful aggravation.

The trite expression goes:
"I don't know Art, but I know what I like."
Often, these are the words gleefully uttered by the tactless and uncultured in order to effectively end a debate. How do you argue Taste?

In the final analysis, ART CRITICISM can always be reduced to SUBJECTIVISM.

Reduced. Or elevated.

]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/12239797/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/12239797/ Mon, 19 Mar 2007 00:37:11 PDT
• Staring at the comic book cover art to The Official Handbook of the INVINCIBLE UNIVERSE (K-W), by Dusty Abell. I call him "Thor," and "DustMan" when I can get away with it. I was just admiring his amazing skills, displaying his unique mastery of anatomy, dynamism, and clothing drapery, a detail many artists neglect. I kneel at your sandaled feet, Dusty. Mad props.

Geeking out:
• HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE. Miyasaki. Miyasaki. Miyasaki. The Great One from Nippon. I had had my doubts, and I overlooked this gem until recently. Now, yet another work of brilliance has been added to my DVD collection. It isn't perfect. No film is. But, as with all of Hayao Miyasaki-san's works, there is an uncommon charm and maturity emanating from the story and characters that entertains as well as edifies beyond any other films out there, animated or live action. While most studios are eschewing traditional craft, and scrambling to churn out three-dimensional digital animation, Miyasaki adds his third dimension with character, and story depth. He also demonstrates a unique appreciation for quiet moments of stillness, unsullied by wisecracking sidekicks, or treacly song cues. He has a profound respect for Nature and a sense of wonder matched only by Disney in its heyday of the 1930s and 40s. Almost invariably, Miyasaki's films center around strong, interesting young heroines, and there's always some showcase for the director's love of flight. But I'm most touched by the nonconformity of his "villains," being shaded with more sophistication than the typical "cartoon" bad guy, and possessed of a welcome level of redeemability. Miyasaki doesn't see animation as a medium that is the exclusive province of children. His stories never pander, as too many of his fellow filmmakers do, in Japan, the US, and elsewhere. I refer to them as 'fellows' rather than peers, because it's my humble opinion that Hayao Miyasaki is a genius standing in a league all his own. Period.

• BATTLESTAR GALACTICA. I can't wait for the 3rd season to become available on DVD. That's how I've chosen to watch these gems, since I have no intention of paying for cable television, as yet (plus I don't have to tolerate commercials, fuss with TiVo, or wait through weekly cliffhangers). But one night, some network (I think it was NBC) decided to air the pilot late at night on a weekend, and I became instantly hooked. Who would've thought ANYone could've taken a cheesy old tv show like GALACTICA and make it into one of the best science fiction shows EVER? Ever! And it's not so much about the awesome special effects, or the Cylons, or even the spectacular adventure (By the way, I LOVE their clever and economic use of low-technology. It adds a grittiness and identification to the events, and it keeps the focus on the characters and story, NOT the flashy props!). What works best is that this show has compelling drama (yes, they take advantage of topical satire and allegory, but good sci-fi always has), tight suspense, and a stellar (sorry! lol) cast that deserve a truckload of Emmys for their RICH character portrayals. They are fanTAStic!
They've managed to create NEW characters out of OLD ones, only BETTER, with no burdensome shadows cast by their predescessors.
In episodic television, an ongoing premise is the formulaic necessity. STAR TREK sustained itself on the optimistic premise of a bright, adventurous future. It's when Trek's producers abandoned that format that the franchise foundered, namely VOYAGER. Trek is a different sort of beast.
However, GALACTICA succeeds even with a bleak premise, and benefits from its relevance to real-life events.

I almost don't want this production to get the level of attention it deserves. Perhaps it's selfish of me. But I want them all to continue striving for excellence, never relaxing into complacency and self-parody. So many shows do, usually once Hollywood's bothersome spotlight inspires self-conscious ego, and that's why they "jump the shark" (see: The X-Files).
Lest I be remiss, I have to mention the incredibly versatile music of Bear McCreary. His contribution, also unconventional and pointedly referential, easily underscores AND elevates the material, but it also achieves a "life" of its own, much like the best film music of the great John Williams. Ironically, Williams also began his career in television (LOST IN SPACE), so hopefully, Mr. McCreary's future will be as bright.

So, I bow low to Ron Moore (I guess Trek's demise WASN'T his fault! LOL! Wicked parody of Brannon Braga/Baltar and Jeri Ryan/Six!), David Eick, and everybody else who helped pull this concept off.
I was a skeptic. Not anymore. I hope they don't jump the sh... ]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/11990773/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/11990773/ Tue, 27 Feb 2007 17:04:28 PST
Congratulations to director George Miller, and Warner Bros for winning the Academy Award for Best Animated Feature of the Year, with HAPPY FEET!

Well done! They managed to best the giant, Pixar. Well deserved, since I personally feel CARS is Pixar's weakest effort to date. And HAPPY FEET out-charms, and also highlights a more important cause. Route 66 rocks, but Penguins rule! LOL!

And CONGRATULATIONS to Torill Kove for winning the Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film of the Year, with THE DANISH POET!

KUDOS! In a category and industry now heavily laden with over-produced digital animation, this traditionally rendered, simplistically beautiful work proves that an important animation method is NOT dead, and can still achieve amidst an increasingly technical landscape. May this give some hope to so many brilliant veteran and younger animators who feel threatened that their beloved art form is obsolete. I say 'art form' since the continual "exclusivity" of digital production has so unfairly distanced hand-drawn animation within its own genre.

I'd rather think that Technology merely kills its own. Each new machine replaces the older model, leaving the Purpose inviolate. I'm less disturbed by the obsoletion of Rotoscoping, or Film Photography (even with their elements of remarkable creativity) than I am with Technology callously and unwisely supplanting a more intimate artistic expression.

As I've said, the STORY is the heart of any great work, and there are many tools in the box with which to tell the story. Tell the story well enough, and it really shouldn't matter which tools we use. But why ignore the still-worthy pencil, pen, and brush in order to devote oneself to a computer?

Balance.

You are the artist, whether animator, or illustrator. Select what canvas on which to paint. And express yourself with your heart's desire, your mind's imagination, and ALL the instruments within the reach of your fingertips.

]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/11477052/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/11477052/ Thu, 18 Jan 2007 00:55:20 PST
Greetings, Fellow Creatives!

2007! Another year to get things wrong. LOL! Unless, of course, you'd rather just keep growing and improving. That can be fun, too, I suppose. Well, January's over half gone as I look up at the calendar. I'm sure we all have big plans.

I've grown reflective once again. It sometimes seems my mind can't contain all the ideas I have, nor can I possibly express them all in my art, but I hope to give it my best shot. Let's see what happens.

STYLE and INSPIRATION.

I tend to let the project dictate which STYLE I use, along with my mood. STYLE, from my point of view, is a two-sided thing, positive AND negative. It can be a positive way of identification, an artist's unique fingerprint distinguishing him/her from others. It can be a comfy blanket to get wrapped up in, with a familiar warmth. But STYLE can also become a straitjacket if we permit it. Growth can be constricted when STYLE succumbs to ease and complacency. We can become marked by STYLE, and stereotyped by ourselves and others. We may begin to fear experimentation.

I never want to let others decide what my STYLE is. I want to be as adaptable as possible, learning from Life's diversity and reflecting it. Versatility is the broader STYLE I wish to embrace, accepting each new artistic challenge, and hopefully adding something to my repertoire. Draw it all. Simplistic, or complex. Comic, or darkly tragic. Dynamically active, or latently powerful. Realistic. Cartoon. Bright. Gothic. Abstract. Pensive. Silly. And everything in-between. No boundaries, whether by media, subject, or execution. I've taken steps in this direction. Now, I want to run, and leap new hurdles! Sure, I'll fall. But, so what? I'll get up and run again.

It can only bring a smile to my face to hear someone's surprise as they discover my signature on an illustration they didn't recognize as being done in my "style," or featuring a different type of subject, rendered in a new medium. I never want to become complacent, drawing in a formulaic manner just to churn the work out, and collect a paycheck. I hope I can always find something fresh to bring to a project, and at the sacrifice of my own intentional "style," I can let the artwork live and breathe with its own intrinsic individuality.

INSPIRATION is the "fire," the fuel that generates the necessary energy for the artist, and it can be found anywhere. A turn of a phrase, a piece of music, a great novel, an entertaining film. I'm a bit of a film buff. My ever-growing DVD collection is a testament to my love of cinema. I'm sure many of us have found INSPIRATION in the images we've seen on the silver screen. The exhilaration I felt the very first time I saw STAR WARS, or SUPERMAN was enough to make me feel as if I could fly! LOL! It's fair to say that the films I've seen have helped shape the artist that I am. I love when my imagination is sparked by the wonderful vision of a clever filmmaker. I'm inspired to imagine even grander things within the limitless realm of my mind's eye.

The films of director Ridley Scott are an ideal way for me to tie this all together. His career is a study in artistic versatility. From the film-noir brilliance of BLADERUNNER, the lush fantasy of LEGEND, the dark terror of ALIEN, the panoramic scope of THELMA AND LOUISE, to the epic glory of GLADIATOR, this director most typifies what I mean by diversity, allowing the material to influence the style he uses to direct a film.

How do you feel about the STYLE you use? How are you refining it?
And what INSPIRES you most? Any favorite films? ]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/11386948/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/11386948/ Wed, 10 Jan 2007 13:35:51 PST
His name is pronounced: "EE-wo." Not "EE-wow."

Iwao was a giant of a man within a small physical frame. He reminded me of a certain Jedi Master, diminutive and wise, yet full of a special kind of power. He had a presence that commanded respect, yet he radiated a warmth and ease seldom found among men of his high esteem. He was a patient teacher, instructing BroHawk and I on the basics and nuances of establishing character in illustrating his creations. He was a raconteur, relating story gems during lectures and critiques, and the luster of the tale always matched the bright twinkle in his eye. To me, Iwao had a genteel quality about him, and this, along with his soft voice, reminded me of the great Glenn Ford. I liked him the instant that I met him, and more, I TRUSTED him.

Iwao Takamoto died January 8, 2007 at the age of 81. It is my opinion that the last vestige of the spirit of Hanna-Barbera animation died with him, and it is forever diminished. He will never be forgotten. In Iwao, the entire animation industry has lost one of its great fathers, and one of its beloved sons. And the world itself has lost yet another great MAN.

Good-bye, Iwao.

And, thank you.

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Alllllllllllllllllll righty, then!

I was just wondering... What do you enjoy most in using your Creative Powers? Do you love to faithfully illustrate what you see around you? Do you like to change it to fit what you see in your imagination? Do you like to ONLY illustrate from your imagination?

All of these are fun ways of expressing ourselves, whether on paper, canvas, computer screen, or in whatever media we choose. I'm fond of quoting Gene Wilder's Willy Wonka: "WE are the music-makers, and WE are the dreamers of dreams."

I enjoy it all, as I suspect many of you do as well. I've noticed a variety of marvelous demonstrations in all of the galleries I've peeked through so far. I've seen uniquely visionary photography, and clever digital wizardry, startlingly life-like paintings, and zany cartoons and caricatures. I've seen splendid renderings of television and film properties, and re-interpretations of iconic scenes. I've also seen illustrations inspired by literature, exhibiting how the artist envisions what was read in a personal, and vividly wonderful way.

My pal Jason Palmer's gallery is full of his rich renditions of the various movie and TV properties that have sparked his keen interest. The inimitable BroHawk's deep affection for comic books has his gallery festooned with colorful superheroes. These men are my brothers, and have taught me much.

I don't think I could happily exist without my creative side. My father passed this gift to me, and I plan to post some of his work soon. I hope you all enjoy it. He's my hero.

Yes, I love to use my abilities to render, interpret, and envision the creations of others that I grew up with, and that helped to shape who I am as a dreamer... Star Trek, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Looney Tunes, Hanna-Barbera, and tons of comic books, novels, television, and film. I can also be inspired just people-watching as I walk down the street, or listen to a song, or glimpse a spectacular sunset or stormcloud as I drive on the freeway. BUT, I most like to dream up my OWN creations. I have notes scribbled in numerous notebooks, and there are sketches and doodles scattered throughout the files in my studio. Hopefully soon, these ideas will be given Life for all to see.

So! What do YOU like to do most with your special talents?

]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/10616391/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/10616391/ Sat, 04 Nov 2006 17:11:38 PST Man and Machine. Once again I am vexed by The Issue. The topic arose in a comment by one of our friends here at DA, and I decided to include my response here in my little Journal. Of course, your thoughts are welcome. I certainly don't presume to have the answers.

I know that the computer, like the airbrush before it, is another wonderful new tool in the artist's toolbox, and is a great facilitator... But it does still feel like a "cheat" to me. No one's forcing me, but I realize it's something I must accept, and that I should learn, and hopefully master. Yet there's a lingering doubt, tinged by guilt. Does anyone else feel this?

It still seems to me that it should be the earnest toil and ingenuity that hones a true artist. There should be an intimate contact and connection between the Creative and that which is Created. There's a greater satisfaction in being able to truly say, "I made this with my own hands."
Art begins as an emotional, or intellectual concept in the mind and heart of the Artist. It was always conveyed, for the most part, through his/her hands to the "instrument" by which his/her expression is actualized, for public or personal appreciation. Now, the new "instrument" has simplified the process while complicating the definition. Technology has become more of an intermediary now, and like distant cousins, we are once-removed from our work. Art is now "virtual." Is it therefore less "real?" Paint is now pixels. Images are now electronic. A sculptor can now sculpt without ever having TOUCHED the clay.

Terms like "traditional," and "old-school" undertake new meaning, not always respectfully. Fundamentals become quaint options able to be ignored in favor of the digital shortcut. I acknowledge that the talent and skill of the artistic virtuoso will always supersede the complexity of his chosen instrument. In the right hands, digital tricks astound us all, and a wizard is a wizard. But there's a "coldness" now. It's much like the musical synthesizer was once thought by some to supplant, not only the violin, the drum, and the piano, but the entire orchestra. It certainly saved on space and money. However, the natural sound was eminently preferable, and a balance was struck. In the field of animation, an entire method of ingenious craftsmanship has been all but jettisoned in favor of a shiny, new pixelated Toy. Wondrous, to be sure, but it's my fervent hope that a balance here too will be struck.

Interestingly, this Issue seems less of a problem regarding the Art of Literature, and Poetry. Perhaps there's less romance involved in the inscription of letters on a physical page. Here, it's chiefly about conveying thoughts, not visual or aural depiction. The advent of the Machine is not viewed as an aggressive usurper.

This may appear to be a lengthy diatribe, but I honestly don't mean it to be. And I don't desire to besmirch anyone's reputation, or belittle their accomplishments. I am merely posing The Question. I offer no conclusions. The irony has not escaped me that the computer is what allows me to discuss this here, and to reach out to my vast community of fellows for insight.

It is a marvel, to be sure. But is it evolution? Is it REALLY progress, or rather the triumph of commercialism over the true aesthetic? Food for thought.

]]> ~Jerome-K-Moore http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/10605220/ http://Jerome-K-Moore.deviantart.com/journal/10605220/ Fri, 03 Nov 2006 15:21:34 PST I've finally gotten settled in here at Deviant ART (Odd name, that. Sounds like we're all a bunch of misfits and pedophiles! LOL!).
Anyway, I'm certainly grateful for the warm welcome. So far, nobody's thrown anything at me. That may take some getting used to. I tend to joke around a lot, and I have the scars to prove it. But since most of you people are out of rifle and projectile range, I should be okay letting fly with all the sarcasm and corny quips I care to. lol
I always felt there should be a community for artists to hobnob with their fellows, and this online thing is ideal! It affords a connection to our peers WORLDWIDE, and allows young amateurs to glean bad advice and warped guidance from seasoned professionals. lol
This is an extremely unique opportunity, meriting profound appreciation. It's the next best thing to meeting in person at an international convention, but you skip the airfare!
So, I'm happy to be here.
I'm normally a quiet sort of guy, personally. Honest. But I can yak it up in print! Consider yourselves warned.
Allllllllllll righty, then. I still have things to learn here, and it'll be a while before I'm fully acclimated. Computers still confuse and befuddle me.

Help yourself to the snacks as you browse through my Gallery. Don't mind the mess... I'll sweep up later.
Oh! And in case you haven't, be sure to check out the galleries of my buddies, BroHawk, and jasonpal. They're VERY talented indeed, and we've all known each other a LONNNNG time. We used to eat crayons together in Kindergarten. Ahh... good times... good times.... >sniff!< They're my bruthas from other muthas. jasonpal is the Black guy, and BroHawk is the White guy. No-- wait... Strike that. Reverse it.

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